The Fowler, The Partridge, And The Cock
ne day, as a Fowler was sitting down to a scanty supper of herbs and bread, a friend dropped in unexpectedly.
The larder was empty; so he went out and caught a tame Partridge, which he kept as a decoy, and was about to wring her neck when she cried, "Surely you won't kill me? Why, what will you do without me next time you go fowling? How will you get the birds to come to your nets?"
He let her go at this, and went to his hen-house, where he had a plump young Cock. When the Cock saw what he was after, he too pleaded for his life, and said, "If you kill me, how will you know the time of night? and who will wake you up in the morning when it is time to get to work?"
The Fowler, however, replied, "You are useful for telling the time, I know; but, for all that, I can't send my friend supperless to bed."
And therewith he caught him and wrung his neck.